Saturday, 12 March
Okay, it’s official. I am a ‘grumpy old woman’. Maybe not technically in years and all that but I embody her spirit with a degree of fervour that I didn’t realise was in me.
Was at the sports store – desperately need a new pair of running shoes as I now have matching holes above my big toes. Pissed off at this. They were not inexpensive shoes. Half-tempted to send them back with a note saying ‘Not good enough’ but it would be more money out of my pocket on shoes that are not fit for purpose. Yeah, but nah, as the young people say.
Anyway, couldn’t find what I needed so went up to the service desk to get some service. The three ‘workers’ (I use the term loosely) were so engrossed in comparing their Saturday night plans that neither of them noticed I was there.
Resisting the urge to yell ‘Perhaps as customer service assistants you could, you know, give this customer some bloody service’, I resorted to throat clearing and feet shuffling until I got their attention. ‘Do you need something?’ the girl with the blond ponytail and way-too-dark eyeliner asked me. Do I need something? I thought. Of course, I bloody need something otherwise why would I be at the service desk.
Yeah, but nah, I said and then I left.
So, the grumpy old woman triumphed in the end, but I still need a new pair of running shoes.
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